A choice at a lavish restaurantRajesh, with pride glimmering in his eyes looked at his father, who sitting opposite to him. The table has been served. The cutlery is baffling. The waiter stationed himself behind Rajesh's father. Rajesh beckoned his father to start. But his dad wasn't feeling comfortable. His whole life he's worked hard for his lower middle class family and today his son is treating him in a lavish restaurant. But his calloused hands weren't very adept with knives and spoons. He was afraid he would embarass his son. The waiter beckoned now too. Behind them was a live brass band playing "Gulabi Aankhein". This tune reminded Rajesh's father the days when he used to feed infant Rajesh. He would put the little Rajesh on his forearm and sing this very song. He smiles at the memory. Why would a father sing a romantic song to a child while feeding it? And today his son is trying to feed him to the same song. His son beckoned again. With worried eyes now. "Don't you like these dishes dad?", he asked. Rajesh's father shook his head and slid his plate towards him. He is not helpless. He had a choice to make. He used his fingers to eat the prawn curry with rice. Rajesh was a little embarassed and the waiter was too. But then they let their feelings slip and enjoyed the sight of an old man digging into his favorite dish. "It's fantastic Rajesh!" , his father would exclaim between morsels. Rajesh took his spoon and began too. Your choice always reflects your comfort zone. Rajesh's hardworking father chose to eat with hands. He felt no shame in doing so.
(My TOW entry)